Love Who You Love

Chapter 6|| Someone To Tell

Hi everyone, I'm just giving a heads up I decided to make Dally 19 in this. Meaning he was 18 in the book and OBVIOUSLY didn't die. Basically everyone's a year older
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Life's crazy, man.....I just can't believe it. Darry's 3 months pregnant now and we just saw the doc. We're having twins! Can you believe it! I got a job at a farm in the country to support the four of us and we're planning on telling the gang about us and the babies. It's all new and it's all hectic, so much is happening right now. My life outside of Darry and the gang is getting over complicated, too.

     The streets are getting worse and everyone in the gang has been jumped at least twice in the past few months. I've got a feeling there's going to be a rumble soon. Maybe, maybe not, I don't know. Ugh! Why do Greasers always have it this rough? I hope the twins grow up with less to worry about then when we grew up.....

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I woke up to the alarm clock blasting in my ear. I slammed the bottom on the clock to shut it off and sat up. My back was sore from my job but I didn't mind. I guess that was how Darry felt when he started roofing. Darry was in the bathroom, doing what he did every morning now.

'Oh boy.' I thought. 'Here we go again.' While Darry was in the bathroom, I got dressed and made the bed to save more time. Though it didn't take long. By the time I finished, Darry was still in prime morning sickness hunched over the toilet. Everyone knew for a fact that Darry hated getting sick. It just didn't suit him whatsoever. I walked through the bathroom door and saw what I always saw; something that didn't suit Darry.

     He seemed scared, terrified even. But he and I know that Darry is more scared than me. Ever since his parents died he's been on edge. He's always been working himself up since then and it's only gotten worse. I've seen him at his worst yet, it happened only a few days ago. We have to do something about that, that stress can't be good for the babies.

~Flashback~

I walked through the front door of the Curtis's in a rare good mood and a very rare smile plastered on my face. Letting the door slam shut, I let the silence fill my ears. Today was Saturday and it was pouring rain outside until later the next day, meaning the gang was doing something out of the house and I had the whole day with Darry.....alone.

     As I walked down the hallway, I could hear Darry breathing fast. He was sobbing, too. I quickly rushed into his room and froze when I opened the door, I saw something I never wanted to see Darry doing. Darry was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands shaking like crazy as he cried and breathed faster and faster. I studied him from afar, and that's when I noticed the fresh cuts on his arms. That's when I knew they weren't from work like he said they did. His parents' death had taken a tole on him, and I guess cutting helped him cope. He had to stop, but for now I had to calm him down for the twins' sake.

"Darry, honey, what's wrong?!" I rushed over to his side. When I sat down all he did was hold me tight. He was still breathing funny and he was shaking like there was an earthquake only he could feel. I instantly knew what was happening, it happened once before this, yet it wasn't as bad as this one. I rested his head on my chest and rocked back and forth like before, his breathing wasn't good for the babies.

     "You're okay.....shhhhhhh......" I repeated over and over, my shirt was soaked with tears in seconds. He just sodded as a response to my words. He was having a panic attack, a bad one at that.

"I-I'm-m so-o s-scared Dally. I-I-I can't rais-se a ba-by." He sobbed, gripping my shirt tighter. I kept rocking back and forth, trying to calm him down.

"Darry...you don't have to be scared at all, I'm here to help you. You can raise a baby and I know you're strong enough to raise twins. I know stuff about babies, too. We'll help each other through the process, trust me. We'll be fine." That seemed to calm him down because then all we did was cuddle until the next morning. He was seriously spooked because of it. And it worries me the most out anything.

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Snapping out of my thoughts, I walked further into the bathroom beside him. I kneeled next to Darry and began rub his back, feeling his stiff muscles relax a little. I could tell he was nervous, this was all new to him and it was to me. He paused for a minute to look up at me. I gave him a sympathetic smile and just continued to rub his back as I kept the eye contact.

     That seemed like what he needed. He weakly smiled back before he whipped his head back into the porcelain bowl and kept getting sick. I sighed sadly. This happens every morning, and sometimes really late at night a few hours after he gets home. A while ago we made the conclusion that eggs was the main cause. I don't think Darry hated not eating eggs all that much.

     He never liked them to begin with so he didn't seem upset about that, he was upset because everyone else ate eggs and he'd have to get sick just from the smell alone. I felt horrible for him, I still do. He's gotta deal with all of this stuff and I'm only here to witness it all. This must be what dads feel like when their wives are pregnant.

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By the time Darry was finished, it was time for everyone to get ready for work and school. The main hours of the day I hated. The gang still doesn't know about us so I have to be up extra early so no one sees me leave his bedroom. I sat on the couch and lit a cancer stick as the chaos began in the Curtis house.

     All the while I couldn't help but think of way to tell them. A little after Darry, Soda, Steve, Two-Bit and Pony left it was only me and Johnny. His old man banged him real good, I guess he didn't feel to hot about going to school. He's like a brother to me, I can tell him anything. And I might just tell him something.

"Hey, Johnny, man. Can I tell ya something?" I asked, looking down at him.

He looked up at me and smirked. "Ya Just did!" He laughed a little.

"Oh, quit it! You know what I mean." I nudged him with my shoulder.

"Alright, alright. What is it ya gotta say?"

"Well...."